I had an idea.
It was a good idea, brilliant actually, and I was excited enough about it to get up from my Comfy Couch of Super Sleep to write it down so I wouldn’t forget it. I know I walked over to the kitchen table to find a pen and, when that proved fruitless, I distinctly remember thinking that turning on the computer would take too long and so I kept looking for a pen.
Because, I had an idea.
I knew this idea was going to be important to me later on in life and if I didn’t at least write it down somewhere I’d regret it for as long as I lived. I walked into my home office where I found a pen but for some reason or another decided that putting my idea into the computer was better than simply writing it down. So, I turned on my computer and waited for it to boot up.
And still, I had an idea.
While I was waiting, my mind got to thinking about all the money and fame I would garner because of this wonderful idea. I began thinking of all the things my newfound fame and fortune could buy me. Things like fast cars, expensive mansions, Britney Spears’ ‘virginity’ and even computer equipment that would make Bill Gates green with envy. By the time my computer was ready I was singing ‘Money Makes The World Go Round’ and trying to figure out the after-tax interest I could earn on a gazillion dollars.
All because I had an idea.
When MS Word finally popped up and I came face to screen with that completely empty white space, my mind froze. Somehow, in a way that can only be explained using complex quantum-mechanical equations, experimental psychoanalytical procedures and a full color, animated PowerPoint presentation utilizing at least one instance of the ‘applause’ sound effect, I had lost my train of thought.
Suddenly, I had no idea.
My idea, the one that could change my life to such an extreme that all the girls I ever liked in my entire life would find their way to my front door and beg me to make James Bond-style love to them, was gone. And as I sit here writing this entry, I cannot for the life of me remember anything about my great idea. I think it might have packed its bags, put on its coat and hat and snuck out of my right ear to pursue an acting career and now I am left with nothing but a vague recollection of someone saying something on some channel on TV that made something in my head sit up and take notice.
It may have involved helicopters. And Gummi Worms. I think. Damn.
I had an idea.
There once was a geek, who was destined to be rich & famous because he had an IDEA. But he forgot it so hes still just a geek.
You too, eh?
Muah-hahahahahahahahha… (Evil laughter continues)
And even more evil laughter from this side. You should have remembered that turning on the computer was not smart. At least, in about 1.36 years you’ll see your IDEA pop up from under the wings of MicroGates, and you could have been able to sew M$ for a few million dollars… if only you had remembered your idea…
Not only are you out an idea, but I bet you have yet to find a clue as well.